I am clay in the potterâ€™s handsMold me, shape me, make meWhat you will of meUse me for your purposesImbue me with the skills, the spiritTo serve where you would have me servePerforming the services you would intendWherever you would send meHowever you would will me To send me forthFrom this space, this placeInto the worldAs your servant, your sonYour child, in your image,The image of your son,Our brother, our example,Our savior, like us clayHeld in the potterâ€™s hands